“When faced with a decision, choose the path that feeds your soul.”

Dorothy Mendoza Row

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staceythinx:

Luminous creatures captured by underwater photographer Joshua Lambus

Over Denali » Mitch Seaver

fuckyeahbrutalism:

Concert Hall, Takasaki, Japan, 1960s

(Antonin Raymond & L.L. Rado)

Palacio de Cristal, Retiro Park, Madrid, 2012 » via dawnkim

Boston’s editor talks about the cover:

This city is my home. I live in it because I choose to. My love for it is boundless and, at times, irrational. This staff is filled with people who feel the same way. Our home is hurting right now, and our hope, together, was to produce something that reflects the intensity of affection and pride that all of us here in the region feel for Boston.

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Fred Herzog » via hyggeandsisu

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But I do love this city. I love its atrocious accent, its inferiority complex in terms of New York, its nut-job drivers, the insane logic of its street system. I get a perverse pleasure every time I take the T in the winter and the air-conditioning is on in the subway car, or when I take it in the summer and the heat is blasting. Bostonians don’t love easy things, they love hard things — blizzards, the bleachers in Fenway Park, a good brawl over a contested parking space. Two different friends texted me the identical message yesterday: They messed with the wrong city.
“Messing with the Wrong City” by Dennis Lehane in The New York Times. (via nprfreshair)

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snowstorminjuly:

usatodaysports:

Examples of overwhelming kindness following the Boston Marathon explosions.

So much love for my home city right now.

I work in the Emergency Department of a major Boston hospital and trauma center. I had so been looking forward to the end of my shift then heading over to Beacon to soak up some sun and festivities, picking up some fro-yo along the way, when I heard the first EMS radio dispatch. Within 10 minutes, waves of stretchers being wheeled in, pools of blood trailing after them, and the smell of burned skin filling the department.

I don’t know what it was — the gruesomeness of some of the injuries I saw, the arbitrariness of who the victims were, the initial barely controlled swarming chaos overtaken by a grimly determined teamwork and professionalism — but I had to slip into a back stairwell for a moment to stop myself from shaking.

I have felt shock, horror, sadness, fury, pride and a sense of wonder at the goodness of humanity course through me in the past 9 hours. I am not at all surprised at the outpouring of kindness and generosity throughout Boston… its people has never lacked for heart. I feel very overwhelmed and right now can only say —

My city ♥

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